The life that I live….
My fingers scrape at my face, as I try to see past the drapes
At the path my life takes.
There they are looking at me like a piece of meat
Thinking to themselves that they can't be beat
Don't you see the turmoil hidden in my eyes?
But I guess you think that I lie…
Don't even think to say that you know my ways
You can't even begin to see what I go through on a daily basis.
My self control is only so much…
The feeling that it will slip from the fragile grasp I manage to keep.
You don't know a thing about my life
You think it's a game?
You say were the same?
Can you even remember my name?
Don't you see that all this is killing me?
That it screws with my view on reality?
I wish you can see life...
From my eyes…
From my smile…
From my perspective.